While in stir last month I came upon a bunch of unsent trip reports; reread them, polished them up a little, and they'll be coming gradually. Not much else to do flat on one's back with two IVs and an A-line. UA1509 BOS IAH 0850 1223 319 2A The plane was packed with zone oners vying for the usual delicious collation: the sausage puck browner than normal, the omelet filled with some Swissoid compound. A fruit appetizer was relatively sour, hard, and nasty except for the grapes, which were surprisingly good. Pink yogurt and a squashed but at least buttery croissant completed the meal. We had a friendly flight attendant who had to be primed but thereafter provided very attentive service. This is not the way it is supposed to go, but I'll take it in a pinch. Thunderstorms in Houston, but despite some reroutes (no Channel 9, but the pilot kept us reasonably informed on the PA) we landed close to on time. A genial bartender at the club sold me more Beam than I needed: each pour was more generous, and I think he figured he was doing me a favor. I was somewhat overserved when I left, and I am glad that I was doing Coke chasers rather than water. Had a small conversation with a very cute blonde that made me wish I were a quarter century younger. Edited to add: Shoot, just as I was about to leave for my flight, she offered to buy me a drink; I said thank you and left anyway. UA1639 IAH SAN 1551 1721 739 2A The evocatively named chicken and rice was chicken and rice; it came with tomato sauce and green beans. The appetizer was one smoked salmon rose. Salad was actually reasonably fresh. The other choice was described as vegetarian ravioli marinara; I didn't see any go past. Dessert: an orange oatmeal raisin cookie. To get primed for the trip, I went to a well-reviewed place called Taste of the Himalayas, where lamb momos tasted pretty much like potstickers from Trader Joe, and a lamb curry was a bit on the bland side. I asked for something to hot it up, and the waiter brought out a little dish ($1 extra) of what appears on the menu as 9-1-1 sauce; it's plenty hot and carries some of that rotten fruitiness of the C. sinense. The curry thereupon became sufficiently hot but not substantially tastier. I repaired to my rather nice room at the Hampton and snoozed lengthily. Met up with lili, who was happy as a schoolgirl in anticipation of the trip. UA 573 SAN SFO 1311 1450 320 2EF No PreCheck here, but the lines were short, and we were through in no time flat. The club has an odd assortment of provisions. I had three bottles of grapefruit juice blend, white grape being number one, apple two, ruby red three, colored with of all things carmine, which renders it nonvegetarian, which is silly. A nice flight, with a rather glum FA who turned out to be fine and who supplied all the red wine an elderly pair might want. It's quite a hike from gate 90 to the international terminal, where we made a beeline for the Silver Kris, which now appears to be open only for the SQ flights and thus was useless for us. It was no great tragedy, as we would be fed and watered adequately on our flights. Hey, when did they stop giving coupons for premium boozles at the Club door? Another change we'll like, Mr. Smisek? The free wine on offer was something called Twisted Merlot - rather soda-poppy but with more acid and a bit of wood. Somewhat unpleasant, and the bartender chuckled at the face I made. I bought a $10 worth glass of Stag's Leap Artemis Cabernet for lili, much better. We spent a pleasant hour and change there, and then it was time to head to the gate, where there was an awful scrum.